Luo Fugui cursed the Japanese, the security forces, and the ancestors of the bandits a thousand times in his heart.
This plain is really hard to come by. In just half a month after arriving in the plain, big battles were fought four times!
It lasted almost from late summer to early autumn.
I haven't slept well for two days and two nights in a row. I have been on the road all the time. At this time, the bandits and his grandma actually got involved with the security team!
You, me and Boss Hu are all bandits, why do you have to let your own people fight your own people?
Xiong's heart is so angry that even if I follow the Eighth Route Army, our roots are still the same, right?
This time I have to give these losers something to look at. I don't dare to attack the Japanese. This idea has hit my own head. You are a bunch of idiots who have failed to achieve anything but are more likely to fail. Look at how I will deal with you when I come!
"Hey, mule, come up here. My aunt's feet are numb from squatting. She needs to move!" Xiao Hongying ran directly from behind the cart.
"Oh, it's not in vain that this platoon leader is always nice to you!" Luo Fugui jumped onto the mule cart with a whoosh.
The frame of the bike creaked and it felt like it might fall apart at any time.
The little girl had already seen Hu Yi following behind on his bicycle, and immediately stood on the side of the road with wide eyes and waved: "Fox, wait for me!"
When Hu Yi came over, he quickly jogged two steps, grabbed Hu Yi's belt with one hand, and jumped directly onto the bicycle.
"Hey, if we run around like this, will we be targeted by the Japanese?"
"There are top soldiers from the secret service group in front, and Ma Liang is watching from both sides. We are dressed as security forces, so it's not a big problem." Hu Yi's voice was hoarse.
"Are you worried about Vixen? She's too stubborn, it's hard to tell..." Xiao Hongying said casually.
After riding for most of the night, Hu Yi's hands trembled, and the bicycle swayed twice, almost falling into the wasteland next to it that dropped nearly a foot.
Luo Fugui, who was on the carriage in front, happened to see the scene behind the carriage, and added with interest: "I find that Director Su seems to have changed a lot!"
Xiao Hongying looked out her pigtails in embarrassment: "Hey, what did you say? Where has the vixen changed?"
"He is not as cold to Boss Hu as before! He is more like a couple." Luo Fugui said proudly with his ugly triangular eyes.
Hu Yi, who was riding a bicycle, immediately dropped his jaw and fell to pieces. The bicycle successfully rushed into the wilderness on the roadside.
Hu Yi tried hard to control the bicycle, and it staggered in the wasteland. He quickly stretched his legs to support the ground, and finally fell to the ground in a panic.
The little girl who had jumped off the bicycle was tilting her head and looking at Hu Yi who was competing with the bicycle.
The monkey who was driving the cart couldn't bear it any longer. He held his stomach and couldn't straighten up. He was holding on to the mule cart with one hand and almost got broken by it. He quickly used his hands to climb onto the mule cart.
The overwhelmed mule cart made a clicking sound, and the beams broke.
The mule on the car fell to the ground and shouted: "Monkey, it's your grandma's fault, I won't kill you until I kill you..."
The cart was filled with bags, and the messy household items fell to the ground with a clanking sound. The mule pulling the cart staggered, as if it couldn't pull it. After two steps, it felt something was wrong, and it stopped immediately, snoring. He shook his head and walked on the spot. When he saw a few clumps of dead grass beside the road, he lowered his head and gnawed at it.
The bear, who was about to get up, laughed and laughed loudly, his face changing colors of red, green, blue and white. He wished he could crush the two hundred and five who broke the cart apart alive!
As for his own weight, it was completely ignored.
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Two figures ran towards Zhang Yi and Zeng Nansheng, followed by a group of pursuing security forces.
The people in front were running, occasionally turning back and shooting.
From a distance, one could only see a cloud of dust brought up by the people being pursued, and could not clearly see the number of people pursuing behind.
There was a dense chaos in the village and the sound of footsteps.
He held a large rusty blade, a sharp shuttle mark, and a guillotine with a cold light.
Carrying old sleeves, guns appeared one after another.
Director Zhang drew out his rifle and looked nervously at the wilderness to the north with a group of his men.
Zeng Nansheng suddenly felt that these comrades were a little strange.
Maybe I'm used to most security guards having guns, but I didn't expect the county police to be so poor.
He shook his head. After two months, he seemed to be just like them. Only he and Lao Zhou had guns, and the other comrades were no different from the team in front of him.
"Old Zeng, get back quickly!" Director Sun said sternly to Zeng Nansheng, and immediately turned around: "Get ready to fight!"
Zeng Nansheng did not move. He frowned as he looked at the public security team rushing into the house. He subconsciously suggested: "If you don't concentrate your firepower to the front, how can you fight if everyone is squeezed together and there is no formation?"
"How to fight? You're an intelligence guy and you're teaching me now?"
"I just don't think your arrangement is appropriate."
"Hehe, when we fight, don't we just charge after two shots? There's a shitty formation!"
"You don't have any steps like this, and there is no intersection of firepower. Besides, you don't even have a clear idea of the enemy's situation. This..."
"Hey, we haven't seen each other for a few days, and you start talking in a pornographic tone?" Zhang Yi was so stubborn that the intelligence officer pointed at his nose and said that his arrangement was wrong! What a joke, looking at this comrade who once went into battle with him like a monster.
Zeng Nansheng was speechless. Yes, wasn't this how he used to resist the security forces and ambush Japanese soldiers with the soldiers?
A team of one or two hundred people ambushed a Japanese detachment of more than a dozen people. Several times, our side suffered losses of fifty, six, seven, or eighty, but in the end the Japanese escaped. If we could kill one or two Japanese, we would be victorious!
Many times, even the corpses of the Japanese were not recovered.
Zeng Nansheng felt very uncomfortable as he watched the two security guards in civilian clothes approaching and looking at the poor relatives next to them.
He immediately ordered the two soldiers next to him: "Keep ten rounds of bullets, and give them all the other bullets you carry in your bag!"
After saying that, he took out six rows of shell gun bullets that had been installed on the bridge from his bag and handed them to Zhang Yi next to him.
Director Zhang Da was stunned. There were five bullets on each bridge frame. Isn’t that thirty rounds of bullets?
The temptation of bullets is too great! Eyes wide open.
Subconsciously reaching out to pick it up, he saw Zeng Nansheng and the two soldiers dressed as ordinary people next to him.
The two soldiers directly took off the robes hanging on their shoulders and pulled out two bags filled with bullets. The yellow bullets fell directly onto a stone slab next to them.
The soldier next to him stretched his neck and opened his eyes wide. He visually inspected that the seventy-nine bullets poured out by the two men were one hundred rounds smaller, and it was definitely just a lot more!
The gunshots of the chasing team in the distance were getting closer and closer. They were only one mile away from the village, and they were almost hitting the doorstep of their homes.
The bullets on the ground were so dazzling that he even forgot that the enemy was coming.
Zhang Yi raised his hand and beat it, his eyes were stunned, and he felt excited. When did this old Zeng become a rich man?
This is definitely a fortune!
Why are you so polite? With his hands still trembling, he quickly turned his head and shouted to the back: "Whoever has a gun, come up quickly, five rounds per person!"
The police soldiers with guns jumped out immediately, and a squad leader immediately shouted: "Get in line... uh, you mother, why are you here to join in the fun with a blunderbuss?"
A few people at the back of the team carrying red tassel guns quickly left the queue...
Zhang Yi came back to his senses, thought for a while, and reluctantly threw the rows of bullets he had grabbed from Lao Zeng to the two rows of action captains behind him: "Single-shot with those in your hand, save me some use."
The captain's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it tightly: "If I keep this bullet, will it produce cubs? I will definitely hit a few enemies this time, lest even the militiamen laugh at us for being poor!"
